The car turns down a quiet street lined with sleek houses glowing beneath soft porch lights. My pulse matches the slow hum of the engine until he pulls into a long driveway and cuts the ignition.
The air shifts as he nears, carrying that blend of smoke and spice that’s far too intoxicating.
He leans in, fingertips brushing along my jaw until I have no choice but to meet his gaze. “I should take you inside,” he whispers, “but I think I like this view a little too much.”
My heart thuds against my ribs. “Patience not your thing?” I tease.
He smiles, just barely. “Not when it comes to you apparently.”
I grab the front of his shirt and pull him in, closing the space between us. Our breaths mingle, and for a second, everything collapses into heat and the steady thud of my heart.
This kiss is nothing like the one in the backyard—this one is urgent, messy, and desperate. His beard scrapes rough against my skin, his tongue sliding against mine with a hunger that makes my entire body ache for him. I moan into his mouth, clutching him tighter, reaching across the console to get closer.
His hand slides to my thigh, fingers digging in possessively as he pulls me toward him. My hip bumps the gear shift, but I don’t care. The leather seat squeaks beneath me as I shift, straddling him, the space cramped but charged.
The windows fog with our exhales, the faint glow of porch lights slipping through the glass, painting us in flashes of light and shadow. His other hand finds the back of my neck, tugging me deeper into the kiss until I’m desperate,gasping for more. The whole world beyond the car could be burning, and I wouldn’t notice.
He groans, his hand moving from my jaw to my throat, holding me firmly in place as he devours me, while his other hand grips my thigh, dragging me closer across the leather seat.
While kissing, his words spill against my lips, low and ragged. “You’re driving me crazy, Jainey… you’re so fucking sexy…” His teeth graze my lip, sending a sharp shiver down my spine. “I can’t wait, fuck the shit out of you.”
Neither can I.
The glass blurs until the outside world disappears completely. All I can focus on is him, on how the night has barely begun and I’m already addicted. God knows I’ll be craving this long after I close my eyes.
The kiss turns hotter, fiercer, burning away any thought that may tell me to slow down. His hand tightens around my neck, pulling me until I’m practically climbing across the console, desperate to erase every inch of space left between us.
His lips are demanding, claiming, and when his teeth catch my bottom lip I gasp, giving him the opening he wants. He takes it, tongue sliding against mine, rough and unrelenting. I taste everything—the smoke, the liquor, and something that’s just him. Something I know I’ll never forget.
His hand slides higher along my thigh, fingers slipping beneath the hem of my dress, calloused fingertips pressing into my skin hard enough to leave a mark I’ll surely remember tomorrow.
I moan into his mouth, my hips roll toward his touch without thinking, the movement ripping another guttural groan from his throat.
“Bring that sexy ass over here,” he rasps, his lips still brushing mine, his voice raw with restraint.
He shifts fast, one arm wrapping tightly around my waist pulling me fully onto his lap. Straddling me in the driver’s seat, the leather squeaks under our weight, pressing against his cock, that’s already straining hard beneath his jeans.
Settling onto his lap, I grip the waistband of his jeans and drag the zipper down. He lifts me effortlessly, helping me free his cock from his briefs. My breath catches when I finally see his long thick cock—easily over seven inches. My mouth waters at the rich tan skin, veins winding along the length, the weight of him in my hand makes my pulse race. He pushes my shorts and soaked thong aside, fingertips brushing over my needy lips.
“You got a condom?” I ask, staring into his eyes as I hold his dick in my hand. I know how guys are—they love the idea of slipping in raw whenever they can. I don’t always feel this way, but tonight… tonight might be one of the rare times I don’t mind at all.
“I do,” he smirks, “but it’s in my room. I told you—I can’t wait, and you aren’t making this easy either. Let me show you why you made the right choice tonight by choosing me.”
I can’t help but smile—he really thinks I chose him. The feelings are there, strong and real, but choosing him feels like a promise I’m not sure I can keep. Especially when I don’t know how I’ll feel come morning.
A girl can only hope.
Pressing my lips to his, I position him at my entrance, his thick head rubbing against my slick folds. Slowly, I lower myself onto him, inch by inch, until he’s buried deep. My pussy clenches around him, and I’m relieved it isn’t as painful as I thought given his size—it’s a stretch that’s for sure—but it feels so damn good.
I guess I can thank Daniel for that.
I take a breath, sitting up as straight as I can in his lap with his cock exploring my insides. My thighs tremble as I try to adjust my self, my nails digging into his shoulders.
I glance at him, his head tilted back, exposing the sharp line of his Adam’s apple, as he exhales. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, gripping my hips, guiding me to move.
He lifts me up and slams me down onto him, over and over, until I’m bouncing in his lap, the car rocking abruptly with every slam. My hair sticks to my damp face, my moans breaking into sharp gasps.
“You got some good ass pussy, damn baby,” he growls while licking his lips, before driving me down hard again, pulling a scream out of me. My hand slips from his shoulder to my chest, cupping my breast, pinching my nipple through the fabric until he yanks my shirt up.
